I've posted this on a thread before, so sorry to those who've alredat seen it but it seemed pertinent here:-

My New Song

I learned to sing a brand new song
Learned it well and felt so proud
But all my dreams would turn to ashes
When I went along to that singaround

I practised hard, both night and day
Memorised the words on every page
It sounded so good in the bathroom
And now the world would be my stage

As I went into that crowded room
I felt wound up like a coiled spring
But when I'd sat down in that circle
I did a very stupid thing

I sat in the only empty place
Where the turn to sing had just moved past
Now I'd have to sit around for hours
Oh woe is me ! Oh, damn and blast

It started with a gruesome murder ballad
Which ended on the gallows high
But not till after 42 verses
When it was done, I heaved a sigh

Then some pissed up clown
Started a sea shanty
With a drunken chorus a dozen times or more
By the time he'd reached the Bay of Biscay
The clock had ticked another half an hour

Then an intense young man with a Takamine
Bared his soul to all in a self penned song
All about a failed relationship
It seemed an eternity till we moved on

And several more painful dirges later
When things had sunk to an all time low
From under a seat appears a melodeon
Just wind him up and off he'll go

And then this bloke waltzes in and sits down
He arrived at least two hours after me
He must be up the organiser's backside
'Cos he gets to sing almost straight away

And once again it was a marathon performance
As despondency filled up the room
Till someone did a Leonard Cohen song
Just to lighten up the gloom

And after what seemed an eternity
My turn had come, take a deep breath
Now is my chance for retribution
I'll make sure I get my pound of flesh

        I'll make this song go on forever
Stress every syllable and line
I'll get my own back on those bastards
That kept me waiting all that time
I'll go on, slowly on

        I'll sing so loud I'll give them earache
        Let them know my time has come
They can forget about the beer break
As no-one's moving till I'm done

And as for those who carry on talking
Or crunching crisps at them I'll glare
And as for going to the toilet
        I'll just say "don't you bloody dare"

        I'll make this song go on forever
Stress every syllable and line
I'll get my own back on those bastards
That kept me waiting all that time
I'll go on, slowly on and on and on…etc

Having said that , the above is a worst case scenario, and I do, in fact, love singarounds - let's fact it, we've all got a bit of an ego otherwise we wouldn't want to perform!